"Mr Jiang wants you to go in," replied Gao Yali calmly. She notied that Song Xiaoyu's expression relaxed, so she scoffed quietly and said, "I would like to remind you that the incident regarding the Song family has made Mr Jiang very unhappy. If you're not here to beg for mercy, then I'd advise you against going in to die." "Thank you, Miss Gao, for the reminder," Song Xiaoyu clasped his hands together politely. "I understand what you mean." He took a deep breath and walked in.
Even though Song Xiaoyu had prepared himself mentally and had tried to imagine a thousand times over what the man who was the legendary king of Donghai would look like and how meeting him would look like, actually seeing Jiang Ning still surprised him.
Jiang Ning was younger than he thought.
Jiang Ning sat on the sofa and the smell of tea filled the air.
Song Xiaoyu couldn't believe that the almighty king of the forbidden territory, Donghai, the sman who had made the powerful families of the north nearly bankrupt in a matter of days, looked just like an ordinary person.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSo this man with no high and mighty presence was the highly skilled fighter who killed four grandmasters at one shot? It was difficult to believe.
Song Xiaoyu stood where he was. Even though he was normally rather calm and steady, his expression remained calm, but his heart wasn't steady at all.
"Take a seat," Jiang Ning looked up and pointed at the sofa across from him as he calmly said, "Since you're not here to kneel down and beg for mercy, have a seat." "Thank you," Song Xiaoyu sat down.
Jiang Ning just focused on making tea and didn't speak anymore. The silence made Song Xiaoyu a little nervous and he didn't know where to start.
"I was the one who leaked the information that the huge change in Shenghai's illegal circle is connected to Donghai," said Song Xiaoyu after a long moment of silence. If Song Weiming heard this, he would have been shocked.
Wasn't Song Xiaoyu making things worse by saying this? That would make the Song family an enemy that Jiang Ning would definitely have to destroy.
"I know." Jiang Ning's answer shocked Song Xiaoyu even more.
"What do you want out of this?" He pushed a cup of tea towards Song Xiaoyu, and Song Xiaoyu immediately received it with both hands. "I hope that the Song family can be reborn." Jiang Ning chuckled and leaned back against the sofa. He didn't say anything and looked at Song Xiaoyu. He motioned for Song Xiaoyu to continue speaking.
"The spokesperson gthat the powerful familes of the north like to play is both outdated and domineering, and it's full of holes. It's not helpful to the society of today at all," said Song Xiaoyu. "They will only make the people at the bottom even angrier, and make the pitiful ones even more pitiful than before. This will beca problem sooner or later." Jiang Ning kept quiet.
"I've looked carefully at Donghai's model!" Song Xiaoyu started to speak faster now. "You're trying to clean up these rotten people and their rotten things, right? I can help you!" "What can you helpwith?" Jiang Ning laughed.
This was the first the met someone so interesting. Song Xiaoyu actually dared to say that he could help Jiang Ning.
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There were very few people in the world who dared to say this to him in the face. If those people in top international positions heard this) they would have said that Song Xiaoyu was overestimating himself.
"What do you wantto do? I'll help you," Song Xiaoyu took a deep breath. "I'll prove myself to be capable enough, and you know very well that it's no problem to control me." "You've thought too highly of yourself, and you've thought too poorly of me," Jiang Ning shook his head.
Song Xiaoyu's expression was grim and didn't argue back.
He was only thinking about what else he could say. He had only one chance to be in front of a powerful person like Jiang Ning. Sa *h the (ind) vel.n't website on Gøøglé to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. "I can help you to destroy the Song family!" Song Xiaoyu suddenly declared with determination.
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